“I find you irritating. (Kat)I haven’t even begun to irritate you yet. Imagine what I could do if I applied myself? (Solin)I can imagine. I can also imagine ripping your throat out and tying my shoes with your larynx. (Kat)”

“How far can your imagination take you? I don't know. That's up to you, but I think you should find out.”

“But on the upside, I guess we're getting ready to find out if you really only love me for my jet.""I might love you for your jet," Gabrielle said, straight-faced.He smiled a Kat. "What about you?""Yeah," Kat said, nodding. "I guess that is the question.”

“I can dream, though - can't I, for myself? Even if you have not the imagination or the soul?”

“It’s true, and I was really hideous as a preteen. Tall and gawky. I used to bump my head into everything. Still do sometimes. (Kat)You are my daughter. (Acheron)Sure I am, I can’t imagine you ever being uncoordinated. (Kat)Oh, I assure you I’ve nailed quite a few signs with my forehead. It’s a wonder ‘Exit’ isn’t permanently imprinted right between my eyes. (Acheron)”

“I can't even tell you what else I imagined. I can only humiliate myself to such a degree; at a certain point it becomes humorous, and this story is not meant to be humorous. This story is meant to winch your ribs open and tamper with your heart. This story is meant to make you realize that your chances of happiness in this world are terribly slim if you lack a fine imagination.”